This is the latest handbill to find itself stuck on my front door:
Gee, I don't know; my taxes aren't very complicated at all. I don't know if I need a professional service to do them. Plus, I've really never heard of your firm...Wait a minute, what's that say in the two-star blue banner?
Oh shit! AS SEEN ON YARD SIGN? Well hell, why didn't you say so in the first place?!? After all, every one of my household conveniences are AS SEEN ON TV, I'm constantly on the lookout for fugitives AS SEEN ON WANTED POSTERS and I was introduced to my pet sitter from AS SEEN ON FLYER IN LAUNDRY ROOM WITH LITTLE TEAR-OFF PHONE NUMBERS CUT AS FRINGE ALONG THE BOTTOM. Who else would I hire to do my taxes besides somebody AS SEEN ON A PIECE OF CORRUGATED PLASTIC ON A STICK SHOVED INTO THE GROUND BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD?
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